Dead ZoneWe met on an art website—you, me, and the Sprout.Thing is, the Sprout and I didn't really care about art. Only you did. But when I looked online for a school art project and found you two bickering about something pointless in the comments of a picture that had nothing to do with any of us, I signed up for the site solely for the purpose of telling you two to shut up and take it to someone who cares.So you sent me your Skype contact.I expected you to start the conversation with arguments or even flirtation, but instead you just asked me how my day had been, as if we'd always been friends and you were just greeting me on a lonely Tuesday night. When the Sprout joined us a few minutes later, haven taken a bit more time to accept contact with the guy who he had been arguing with earlier, his first words consisted of telling you that you typed slower than his three-year-old niece and brought the conversation to the comfortable squabbling that had taken up most of our relationship.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,To be alone is liberating.
PhotographWith a flash,Frozen in time.The beauty, the grace,Simply perfection.The memory,Will never fade.It lasted a moment,Treasured for a lifetime.